Charles hid in a secluded corner with a glass of wine, quietly savoring the pungency and bitterness of the wine, and coldly watched all kinds of people come to the banquet hall one after another, as if he saw the composition of the top forces of the Kingdom of Florence.

The old aristocrats who wore barak dresses still made up the majority, and their words and deeds followed the rigid aristocratic dogma, and arrogance and stubbornness were inherent in them.

There are also many new aristocrats wearing Frac's dresses, they are confident, energetic, and the most active type of people on the scene, and they can also be neither humble nor arrogant when facing the old nobles, and they have obviously laid deep roots in the kingdom.

However, the fact that a group of merchants dressed in tuxedos were able to come to the royal family's New Year's banquet was somewhat unexpected by the Charles, and when they entered the venue under the leadership of the Merchant Minister of the Kingdom of Florence, it caused a great sensation in the audience.

The first characteristic of them is that they are rich, they all carry three or five large rings on their hands, the gems on them are all high-end goods of pure color, and any broken diamond on the cane is worth a lot of money, if it is not too heavy to shake the gold, they will definitely use pure gold to make the whole cane.

However, most of them have very restrained expressions, and when they meet nobles, they will bow first, and they are very polite and humble, but even so, these merchants are still resisted by the vast majority of people, and many nobles treat them coldly, and even speak coldly and sarcastically.

And these tuxedo merchants did not make any excuses and counterattacks, but just occupied a corner like Charles, silently hugging each other.

However, Charles thinks that their collective appearance in tuxedos is already a justification and insistence, otherwise why not buy a high-end Flak dress? Will they be short of money?

"Hehe, who knows that it is these capital merchants that you despise that will rule the world in the future?" Charles looked at the group of merchants, knowing that they would replace the nobles as the dominant force in the world in the future, but they couldn't stop it, and they didn't want to bother to stop it.

When it comes to doing business, who in this world can compare with him? Who knows better than him about the general trend of world evolution? He wishes that the world would change faster.

Suddenly, a little boy timidly approached Charles, "Excuse me, are you the Count of Bayonne?"

Looking up at the little boy in front of him, he nodded lightly, and asked politely, "May I ask if you are His Royal Highness Boyle?"

The little boy was a little surprised, and then a little excited, and asked, "Count Shire, how do you know that I am Boyle?"

Charles smiled, "And how do you know I'm Charles?"

The little boy pointed to Charles's clothes, "Because your dress is really handsome, even more handsome than they told me." ”

Charles also pointed to the little boy's clothes, "Your Highness's clothes are also very special, especially this golden kite mark. ”

The little boy looked down at the golden kite on his chest and smiled silly.

Only the royal family is eligible to be marked with a golden kite on their clothes, and there is only one male in the royal family at the age of twelve or thirteen, Boyle Augustine.

"Is there anything you want to do with me?"

The little boy's face suddenly turned red, and he said hesitantly, "Count Charles, I want to know how you are ....... What you are like now?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and only then did he understand what he meant when he noticed little Boyle's bulging belly and baby fat chin.

"I do have a good way to get rid of obesity, but the average person can't stick to it. ”

The little fat boyle's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with excitement on his face: "Count Charles, I can hold on." ”

"My solution is to starve in moderation, and then exercise in hunger, and when you get used to hunger, obesity will be away from you. ”

Boyle's little round face immediately fell, and it was obvious that hunger was too hard for him, or that he didn't know what it was like to be hungry, but he must have known what it was like not to be able to eat and drink as much as he wanted.

After a long time, Boyle's face turned red and he changed the question: "Count Charles, can I invite Olive to dance later?"

Charles's face turned red as well, but Boyle's blush was ashamed, but his blush was angry.

Dare to beat my sister's idea, you don't look at what kind of breed you are, you look like a corgi, you don't go to Jingba to find a teddy match, you dare to come and tease the lion?

Get lost!

"Wait until you become like me, ask me this question! But starvation can make you thin, but starvation doesn't necessarily make you handsome!"

"And how do you become handsome?" asked Boyle, reluctantly.

"Naturally, this one is going to ask your father. ”

“.........”

Seeing Boyle walking away with a depressed face, Charles silently said in his heart: "Little brother, it's not that I don't tell you the secret of becoming handsome, it's true that I also died once before I became like this, how can I let you die?"

...........

...........

"Charles, why are you hiding here? We've been looking for you for a long time!"

Olive and Fani find Charles hiding in a secluded corner, followed by an acquaintance, Countess Butrey Moyano.

"Hello Madam, it's a pleasure to meet you here, you're really beautiful today!" said Charles, standing up and leaning over slightly to make a compliment.

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Earl, I thought I was pretty too, but when I saw Lord Fani, I realized who was the most beautiful tonight. ”

Butree Moyanno was very talkative, and flattered Fani without a trace, but Charles always felt that she was praising Fani's new purple dress.

In fact, Butree Moyano is indeed a first-class beauty, and at the age of twenty-seven or eighteen, she is also in the most charming season, but her court skirt with a large skirt is far inferior to Fani's supple long dress.

"Lord Earl, I brought someone a message here, do you have time to listen to it?"

"Speak for others?"

Charles followed Butree Moyano's line of sight and saw that the tuxedo merchants who were drinking in the corner were also looking at him.

"You have a relationship with them, too?"

Butree Moyano sighed lightly and said quietly: "I am actually gradually becoming one of them, although I have the status of a nobleman, but as the business grows bigger and bigger, some old nobles gradually begin to reject me, they think that I should not do business on my own like now, but use my land and rights to make a profit." ”

Charles understood what Buttre Moyano meant, the old nobles' initial source of wealth was basically their own territory, and later developed a new means of accumulating wealth by squeezing their own vassal nobles, and then the small nobles squeezed their own people, and accumulated bloody wealth under layers of exploitation.

They have become accustomed to this kind of rough mode of enriching themselves by using their class privileges to sit back and enjoy their profits, and for the business-minded capitalist aristocracy such as Charles and Butley, they are regarded as an alternative to the aristocracy, and naturally they can suppress it, and if they can't suppress it, they will exclusive.

"So, I'm going to be ostracized by them, and is His Majesty going to be ostracized too? ”

After pursing his lips and sneering, Charles suddenly remembered something, looked up at Butrei and asked, "Have these merchants ever come to the royal banquet before?"

"No, it's the first time this year!"

"Who invited them?"

"Your Majesty, of course!"

Charles's mind raced, and he quickly figured something out.

"Madame Moyano, what are you going to send me for them?"

"They're going to set up a chamber of commerce and want to invite you to be the president!"

“.........”

"Mrs. Moyano, I'm still too young to hold such an important position, so you'd better find someone else!"

Charles immediately refused, what kind of bullshit president, didn't he stand up to the front to meet the anger of those nobles?

Butree Moyano gave Charles a deep look and said helplessly.

"His Majesty says you can do the job. ”